Terror Incarnate

[Seres Blackthorn]

The air hung with an almost deathly sensation. The ruined manufactorium buildings covered in an age of ash and dust. The air was refreshing to Azaroth as he inspected his command squadron. All four of his battle brothers carefully examined their weapons for anything that could be dangerous in battle. The apothecary, Valin, checked his Narthecium and Reductor for a ready supply of medical aid. The company champion, Ethin, strapped his combat shield to his bolt pistol and readied his arcane sword. The standard bearer, Revel, being as he was, prepared the banner to show a sign of fear to all who oppose the Terror Knights. The final battle brother was more reserved and contemplative of his equipment. Carefully the final brother, Seres, loaded his Combi-Plasma Gun and readied his power sword for an epic confrontation. Azaroth turned, and belted out a war cry that was repeated many times before, "For Sera!"

They all moved as fast as they're incredible bodies could allow. Revel's banner flew outstretched in the air as Ethin roared in fury. Azaroth held his Combi-Melta forward as Seres did with his Combi-Plasma. The ahead traitorous Chimera was easily dispatched by Azaroth's combi-weapon as Seres took care of the leader, a Chaos Space Marine of no known name. The Traitor Guardsmen scattered at the sight of Azaroth's command squadron as they all were dispatched by bolter fire. One of them kept standing after sustaining constant bolter rounds to his entire body. A black and silver Chaos Icon held in his hand. A deep growling sound emnated from the near dead guardsmen as well as from the icon. Azaroth already knew what was going to happen. He ran forward at the icon bearer and cleaved the icon pole, and the traitor, in two. The result of this caused the icon to release an explosion of pure Warp energy. Azaroth was overcome by this and quickly fell into a fetal position upon the cracked ground. Whispers filled his head as a daemon, weak and powerless, tried to entire his weakened consciousness. Azaroth was afraid of what may happen to him as now, he was as good as dead.

 

 

 

To add more when the inspiration strikes me. DOOM!!! :whistling: